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Chapter 26 — What We Buy With a Week

مؤلف: Lady Lovelock
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We didn't speak until three streets clear of the scentless gate — which isn't quite true. Mara began talking almost immediately, in the low rapid mutter of a woman narrating her own survival back to herself until the shape of it holds still. But nothing counted until the ordinary noise of Moonfall closed over us like water over a dropped stone.

"That woman," she said, "handed me back my own notebook like a cat presenting a dead bird. Proud of it. Expecting praise. I want it on record that I fou
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